2017 Oscars Oscars by Daniel Swan

Most Deserving Winner: Viola Davis

Wonderful, raw, heart-breaking performance in the 15 minutes of screen time that wasn't taken up with Denzel monologuing.

Least Deserving Winner: Emma Stone

I love Emma Stone, and I'm sure the Hollywood machine will give her a role at some point that will allow her to flex her acting muscles and earn an Oscar, but this wasn't it. She was fine, and served the film well, but the film wasn't about acting, it was about singing and dancing and what it looked like. If she didn't get it for Crazy Stupid Love, she doesn't deserve it for this.

Best Speech: Anousheh Ansari

The Iranian filmmaker, winner of the Best Foreign Language film, boycotted the Oscars to protest Trump's travel ban. Instead, he got someone he knew to read a prepared statement. It was political, pithy, made a statement, and didn't overstay it's welcome.

Worst Speech: Viola Davis

"I became an artistand thank God I did—because we are the only profession that celebrates what it means to live a life."

What?

One thing that grinds my gears is when actors start proclaiming that actors are the most important people in the history of the world. It happens all the time. They start banging on about how if there were no more actors, the world would become an empty cesspool, devoid of happiness and emotion. It's the reason I can't watch the SAG awards (a TV and Film awards show with just actors, and no techies, writers or animators to keep things in any way grounded). Team America's FAG speech by Alec Baldwin becomes more prescient every year.

Best Host: Jimmy Kimmel

An obvious one, but I think he did very well, so he deserves recognition.

Best Presenter: Kate McKinnon and Jason Bateman

The only presenters that tried to do something fun. I don't understand how the rest of the presenters can be so dull. These people are actors, and yet to see them read the teleprompter you'd think they were the person at work who really hates giving presentations and just reads the powerpoint.

Big Loser: Warren Beatty and Faye Dunaway

I feel so sorry for these guys. The mix up made them look like doddery old fools, when it wasn't their fault. Logic says that they should have questioned the contents of the envelope to someone when they opened it, but with hundreds of people in the room and millions watching on TV, it's unfair to expect someone to act with complete composure.

Big Winner: Diversity

Even if there was a certain element of the Academy trying to overcome the Oscars Whitewash outrage of last year by awarding Best Picture to this, it doesn't matter. The awards are political regardless of race and by no means a measure of objective quality. The fact that this film, that champions both filmmakers of colour and LGBT stories, won the big one is a great thing, and will hopefully be another step on the road to more diverse stories being told. As a white man, this will leave me with fewer opportunities, but my selfishness still can't force me to be sad. This was a great film that was more deserving than La La Land (itself a wonderful film, just not a 14-Oscar-nominations wonderful film).

And I'd already come to accept that Captain America: Civil War would be left out. I've cried my tears. The Academy can't hurt me any more.

Short Story: Cooking Baccari by Daniel Swan

On the last day before I flew out, I took a long stroll through the ship, soaking it all in. Those final weeks on Morning Cloud became all about lasts. The last time I visited the market, the last time I visited the engine room, the last time I bought a double yum and a large spritz from the street vendor by the stadium. I remember a couple of years before when Hennix and I were thinking of selling up and killing our savings and moving there, I thought a 14,000 habitation HOME ship was huge. A lot had changed since then.

One of the first things we did when we moved there was go to the park, obviously. To see all that greenery, to touch it with our hands, that was worth the price alone. We were so amped up we got into an argument with a woman who pushed in the queue. In the years after, not a single week went by when I didn’t see that woman somewhere, and have to hide from her. I once spent 45 minutes in a fountain rather than let her see me. If she had, I would have wanted to die, which would have been far worse than the very mild rash I got from the dirty fountain water.  

 

Arriving home, I smelled something I wasn’t expecting. Food. As sad as I was to leave the ship, I had tried my hardest to make the final weeks before I left as positive and celebratory as possible. But Hennix had other ideas.

“How can I possibly be happy about the situation when you’re dragging my soul out through my heart?”

He was saying things like that a lot by this point.

He had divided his time fairly equally between crying, lying in our cocoon staring into the middle distance, and collecting snippets of lyrics he was going to turn into a concept album centering around me leaving and the Provian War in general. I really hope he did make that album. Of all the musical projects he’d envisioned and planned during our relationship, it would have been really positive for him to be able to actually finish one.

But this smell of food indicated that he’d got up that day for long enough to go to the market, and even start cooking. A miracle.

He stepped into the main pod of our residence wearing his most presentable clothes and holding a bouquet of tummin roots.

“I bought these for you with my own currency. I’ve been secretly busking again in the financial district,” he said, proudly.

They weren’t real flowers, but they weren’t that bad. It was sweet.

“Thank you. The real treat is to see you out of the cocoon, and… cooking for me? "

“Yes, but I must admit I did have to use your money for the food, my sweet. Baccari steaks don’t come cheap."

My heart sank. He was doing it anyway. One of the traditions of Hennix’s people centered on the baccari, a very rare creature. Its meat was incredibly tender, and therefore incredibly expensive, and cooking some of it was always an accompaniment to a big life moment. And I feared I knew just the moment Hennix wanted for us.

“I wanted to cook Baccari because I wanted to tell you something."

“Oh yes?” I quivered, nervously easing myself onto a stool.

“Before this whole thing happened, I started writing songs about marriage. They just started coming to me. Little bits here and there, but always about marriage. And after a while I realised, they were about you. I wanted to marry you."

My breathing became heavy. The ceiling seemed to lower.

“And I would have done. I’d have proposed and we’d have got married and it would’ve been awesome. I even bought the steaks. But then you volunteered for this mission. And obviously we can’t put our lives on hold for that long. But… I still wanted you to know that I love you, babe, and that I totally would’ve."

He smiled. I knew he meant every word. I smiled back and touched his hand.

“I know,” I replied.

“But if by some miracle, the war finishes before you get there, you fly right back here and marry me, ok?” he said.

Hennix winked that wink he had, and returned to the cooking pod to finish the meal.

“Absolutely,” I said, lying.

Short Story: Bloody Steve... by Daniel Swan

Delicately, always delicately, she grasped the champagne flute in one hand, her speech cards in the other and stood up, enjoying the hush that fell over the assembled group. She looked at the happy, smiling faces, sitting at the tables she had designed with some of the finest creative minds in the country, eating the Kobe beef steaks she had selected to be shipped in from Tokyo, and gazing out across the lush, verdant fields surrounding the venue, and she knew that this was the happiest she had ever been. She had been looking forward to this day for months, and now it was finally here. She was officially Mrs Jocelyn Fitzwilliam. Her hard work had paid off.

“I wanted to say a little something to all of you, as I know Tony isn’t keen on public speaking, are you babe?"

Jocelyn turned to her new husband, who nodded, grimacing.

“It means so much to us, both of us, that you’re all here with us today, to celebrate our special day. You mean the world to us, every one of you, and we couldn’t imagine celebrating without you."

A loud cheer rose from the small table in the corner that had already polished off 2 bottles of red wine and 3 of white. Jocelyn waved to them.

“Especially my girls!"

The girls’ cheers rose in volume and pitch.

“Obviously with any wedding, there are always people who can’t make it, and I'd like to throw a shout out to Tony's sister, Sue and his boys Tom and Andy, who couldn’t be here today, but are always in our thoughts."

A polite, muted, round of applause rippled through the room. Jocelyn noticed that Tony's cousin, Steve, was looking at his phone, checking the football scores, probably. He was really staring at it, giving it 100% of the attention he should have been giving to the day. She knew in that instant she’d never forgive him, the cunt.

“When we announced that we were getting married, I think a lot of people were shocked. But I’ll say now what I said then: love is love, and it happens when it happens. Could be slow, could be quick. I love my husband, he’s the best thing that has ever happened to me, and if you can’t handle it then you can go and fuck yourself."

Jocelyn's girls erupted in cheers, whoops, screams, and some dancing. The rest of the room was a little more taken aback by the profanity, but warmed to Jocelyn's emotion. This definitely seemed to mean a lot to her.

“Look at me, crying on my wedding day, messing up my makeup. It’s an emotional day I guess. But if any of you wipe away any tears with anything other than Fitzwilliam tissues, we’re gonna throw you out, right babe?"

The audience swelled into laughter, genuinely and openly. Jocelyn placed a loving hand on her husband’s shoulder, who placed his hand on top of hers, smiling through the pain. He reasoned that whilst they couldn’t avoid him having treatment around the wedding, the most important thing is that today was happening at all, and that the treatment, whilst painful, would hopefully allow him a little bit more time with the angel that had, in all ways other than medically, saved his life.

“So I’d like you all to raise your glasses”, Jocelyn said. “To Tony, to today, and to love."

The crowd toasted, drank, and sat back down. Jocelyn kissed Tony on the cheek, and took a seat on her bespoke and bejewelled throne, happy.

That was, until she saw that not only had Steve not sat down with everyone else, but he was making a beeline for the top table. How dare he? She wanted desperately to stand up and shout at him, tear him down for trying to interrupt her day, but was confident people would see her as a bitch. And people don’t give bitches the benefit of the doubt. So she maintained her smile, as ever being careful to not show an obnoxious amount of teeth. Delicate and humble, delicate and humble.

“Excuse me, hi, I’m… really sorry to interrupt things, but I really wanted to say something”, said Steve, to the seated masses. "Is this ok, Jocelyn?"

Jocelyn stood. “Of course, Steve. Absolutely. We’d love to hear from you.” She was pleased with her performance. She was pretty sure people bought it. Bloody Steve…

“It’s just… well... I’m not sure if anyone else has been checking the newsfeeds on their links, but something incredible has happened, and I couldn’t wait. They’ve cured cancer!"

...

The room was muted. Only for a second, while people processed the information, but there was a moment where silence reigned.  

“It was announced about an hour ago by a clinic in Sweden. It’s a drug that activates some kind of natural cancer-fighting cells humans have. I haven’t read too many details, but…"

The whispers and murmurs in the room began to increase, with people buying Steve's story, and realising the ramifications.

“But…”

All eyes moved to Jocelyn, who wanted to get to the bottom of this. It could affect her life in a major way; she needed more facts. “What about pancreatic cancer, Steve? That’s the worst kind. It’s not… is it a cure for that, as well?"

“I think so,” replied Steve, shrugging. “They discovered it ages ago, but had to go through testing for years. Apparently the tumours shrink pretty quickly and the vast majority of people have made full recoveries. Obviously I don’t want to speak too soon, but it’s very exciting, right? And on today of all days. Making a perfect day even better, eh Tony?"

Jocelyn looked at Tony, who was beaming. After a second of shock, a smile spread over her face, too. This changed everything.

 

As soon as she was able, she excused herself to her room, and got straight on her phone. Steve was right. The drug’s effect on cancerous cells was discovered back in 2002, and in the reams of testing they’d carried out since, 98.4% of patients, even those with end-stage cancer, had made full recoveries. So it seemed as though, unless there was some kind of miracle, Anthony John Fitzwilliam would probably live another 20-30 years. Which means she would be married to him until she was in her mid-40s, at which point she’d be no longer young and sexy and able to make the most of a tissue fortune. As the reality of the situation sunk in, tears began to fall down Jocelyn Fitzwilliam’s cheeks and onto her £16,000 dress, staining it with her mascara. She found she didn’t really care.

 

Radiation therapies, even with the advances that have been made in the area to deal with the evolution of cancer, can affect a man’s testosterone level. This can, amongst other things, cause a man’s sexual desires to diminish whilst going through treatment, or make it harder to maintain an erection. For Tony Fitzwilliam, the former did not apply. The latter, to his chagrin, did. To be entirely up front and open, he explained this to the woman who would become his life-partner on their 1st date. Luckily for him, she was exceptionally understanding in matters of the bedroom.

Even on their wedding night, when his fatigue was such that doing much more than simply lie on the bed was impossible, she took care of him. His body was old, and coarse, and wrinkled, but still she kissed it, caressed it. He felt his penis, though withered and weak and flaccid, taken into her mouth and coaxed into life. She did not see his liver spots, his calloused elbows, his misshaped feet. She saw only him, and the soul within his aged form that she had fallen in love with so quickly and so completely. And the gift they had been given today was more than health, it was time. When they married, they had believed, as per the doctor’s best guess, that they would have mere months together to enjoy as life partners. But now their embraces, their jokes, their sexual expression, could go on for years and years.

Tove opened his eyes, and looked down at his wife, on her knees, showing him exactly how much she loved him. This was a special day for them both.

He could even see tears in her eyes.

Ultimate Dream 6 Movie Sci-Fi Marathon by Daniel Swan

I saw a post today on the Facebook page for the Prince Charles Cinema (one of the best independent cinemas in London) asking the above question. I thought about it, and thought about it some more, and the more I thought the more I wanted to say and so here we are. My selections...

 

The Thing

Such an amazingly simple premise, that uses science fiction to great effect, by creating an inherently tense and dramatic and relatable situation out of something that could never exist. Also helped along massively by the greatest practical creature effect work (apologies Jim Henson) ever put on camera by Mr Rob Bottin (who is as crazy as he is talented, as this anecdote shows). It's super creepy, super tense, has super disgusting practical creature effects, and has an amazing Ennio Morricone score to it. Amazing film.

 

Star Wars

What can you say? The ultimate swashbuckling, cowboys-and-indians, pirates-on-the-high-seas, family action film that just happens to be set in space. You've seen it, you know how good it is. It's the archetypal Hero's Journey, with someone just like you dragged into an incredible story of good guys, bad guys, a handsome rebel, a kick-ass princess, silly robots, laser swords and ultimate Evil. With all the sequels, prequels and expanded Universe materials, it's easy to forget how complete and simple and wonderful the original is. At this point, Vader isn't anyone's dad, he's just the guy that killed YOUR dad. And at the end you've kissed the girl (who isn't your sister yet, thank God), redeemed the pirate and blown up the bad guy's home. All awesome stuff. And the best production design ever, in my opinion. It's all interesting angles and cool designs and it all looks dirty and lived in and not spick and span and I'll shut up now. It's Star Wars.

 

Serenity

I never tire of watching this film. It's always on TV, and it'll always get my attention. Based off the short-lived Firefly TV series, this film continue the exploits of the crew of the Serenity ship, as they eke out an existence finding work where they can. The cast is wonderful playing characters they honed on the TV show, the banter is plentiful and plays out marvelously, the plot ends up pretty serious, but they never lose their levity. The whole thing ends up like a low budget precursor for The Avengers, with Joss Whedon working out how to do the ensemble magic he'd perfected on TV on the larger scale (and budget) of film. And it has one of my favourite screen villains of all time, in The Operative, a man who gets a lot across in very limited screen time. This is, after all, a movie about a family, not their antagonist. It has parallels with Star Wars (more in the production design and general feel than any story beats) but I had to put it in this list as well because it's just so damn fun.

 

The Matrix

Ah, The Matrix. Another dirty science fiction film about a normal person (ostensibly, you, dear viewer) being plucked out of obscurity and being told (to quote The Lego Movie) that you are the most talented, most interesting and most extraordinary person in the universe. Who doesn't love those kinds of films? I always come back to the expositional dialogue in this film. It has a lot of heavy lifting to do, in that this is a pretty high concept story. But where so many other films fail, making their dialogue too cool to be informative, or too specific to be entertaining, this film succeeds. Take this sequence. It very quickly, very simply and very cinematically sets up a world where the main characters can kill anyone without guilt (an amazingly freeing conceit for an action film), sets up how dangerous the antagonists are, sets up how much potential the protagonist has, and ends on a cool line that seems like it's a ridiculous overstatement, but that is proven exactly right by the end of the film. And it all sounds so cool that I can still quote it 17 years after the film came out. It's an amazing achievement in just 2:24 of screen time. It's a lesson the Wachowskis forgot before they made the sequels, but that's another story for another day. The action is great, the dialogue pithy and effective, the look of the film unique and it has a story that can't fail to put a smile on your face.

 

Ex Machina

It's an incredibly simple story, with just 3 characters in a handful of locations for the vast majority. There's no real action, there's not a huge amount that happens, even. It should be a film I dislike. But I don't. I love it. It is my favourite film of 2015 (that wasn't a superhero film, which have too easy a time making me love them, so I don't include them on a lot of lists). The performances are fantastic (from 3 actors I've yet to see a bad performance from), the VFX outrageously good, the score is incredibly cool (my wife almost divorced me for listening to this on a loop for a solid weekend), and the story works so well it hurts. The sign of a good twist is that it makes you want to rewatch the entire film again instantly, and this had that. But the way the story plays out at the end of the film is handled so well, because it isn't a twist at all. It's so... logical, that you curse yourself for ever thinking anything else. If you haven't seen it, please please please go and see it. And then tell me. And we can talk about how we both would have done it as well.

 

Tron: Legacy

This is the only guilty pleasure film on this list. The others I can stand up in a room full of sci-fi fans and explain my love for them and be nothing but proud. And not that this is a film that I am ashamed of at all, because I'm a firm believer that liking films that other people don't is a wonderful thing, and should be celebrated, because it creates diversity in lists and makes life interesting. But this is the film that, without checking, I'm 99% confident has the lowest Rotten Tomatoes rating. But I love it. I love it I love it I love it. And I've thought for a long time about why. It's kind of another 'normal person becomes extraordinary person' story, which are apparently like catnip to me, the look of the film is very inventive, which I love, and Jeff Bridges is so Jeff Bridges I could cry. But honestly? I think such a huge part of my love for this film stems from the soundtrack. Written by those gallic technoheads Daft Punk, it combines strings with electronic music with stuff that sounds like it came straight out of a video game in the 80s. But the coolest video game the 80s ever produced. It creates the world, it defines the world and it develops the world. It is, and I do not say these words lightly, my favourite film score of all time. Wow, that feels good to say. Without exaggeration I listen to it every week. Maybe a song, maybe more, but every single week. This is such a cool piece of music to have blasting in your ears when you're walking around any city at night. If there's any better piece of music than this for listening to as the sun comes up, or you're on the way home from work after a shitty day, or you just want to feel like there's hope in the future then I don't know what it is. And if the two notes at 0:48 here don't make you palpably aroused, then we're just very different people. Can a score make a film? Normally I'd say no, but look where we are.

 

So that's my list. What about you? What would be your ultimate 6 film sci-fi movie marathon? Extra points for picking films I'd never pick in a million years.

The Nice Guys review by Daniel Swan

Written and Directed by Shane Black

Starring Ryan Gosling, Russell Crowe and Angourie Rice

Age between romantic leads: No real romantic leads, which is a bonus in and of itself, but Gosling tries to crack onto one woman who is a mere 2 years younger than he. Bingo bango bongo.

There’s a lot of similarities between this film and the 2014 PT Anderson film Inherent Vice. Both are 70s set mystery films, following a private investigator who isn’t the best in the world. I got hopelessly lost in both, forgetting why this person was important, or why they were tracking that person. The difference is, while Inherent Vice suffers hugely from the lack of clarity, presenting you with a fog of half information, The Nice Guys keeps the action fast, the dialogue snappy and the entertainment high. A better if not perfrect comparison would the The Big Lebowski.

If you’ve seen writer/director Shane Black’s first film Kiss Kiss Bang Bang, and to a lesser extent Iron Man 3, you’ll know he is a big fan of quippy dialogue, tiny, human moments in the midst of action set pieces, and generally poking fun at the tropes and conventions of the action genre (something he got to know very well as the chief writer of the Lethal Weapon series). This film gives you more of the same, which sounds like he’s being lazy and sticking to formula, but when you consider how many films go for a fun tone and miss horribly, it’s obviously a much trickier task to pull off than it would seem.

The performances are tremendous, without a noticeable weak link in the cast. The chemistry between Russell Crowe and Ryan Gosling fizzes throughout, providing many of the film’s biggest laughs, but the standout performer is Angourie Rice, who plays Gosling’s daughter. Any young actor has an uphill battle with me, based on my strong disliking of any child of under 18 year old with confidence. It’s the first thing I’ve ever seen Ms Rice in, and she was strong, feisty and confident, without any of the Shirley Temple-ish freaky confident child vibes I often get. In providing the moral compass of the film, she allowed Shane Black to wring more disfunction from his leads, so unburdened were they from doing the right thing, which was a nice choice.

I was initially going to give this a 4 thing review. But then I remembered a recent conversation I had with my wife, who questioned with a previous film what was missing, what would have pushed it from a 4 thing into a 5. And I couldn’t answer. And it's the same with this. Great script, great performances, lovely period details, interesting settings, a mystery unfolding over time, bit of action, cool soundtrack. Sure, it’s not going to realign your perception of self, but by penalizing a film for not being ‘deep’, I’m buying into the award show mentality of a film being inherently less valuable if it makes you laugh. And I do not agree with that at all. Which means I have to rate this... 

5 things out of 5